Pose (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Mother of The Year - full transcript
The ultimate showdown takes place at the Princess Ball, when the House of Evangelista battle against the House of Ferocity and Mother of the Year is decided.
MAN: People start dyin'.
Start a war,
get us all killed.
Maybe I'm
a little on edge.
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("Holding Back the Years"
by Simply Red playing)
* Holding back the years... *
* Thinking of the fear
I've had so long *
* When somebody hears *
* Listen to the fear
that's gone *
* Strangled by the wishes
of pater *
* Hoping for the arms of mater *
* Get to meet her *
* Sooner or later *
* Oh *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* So tight *
* All right *
* Oh, now *
* Well, I... *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* Holding, holding *
* Holding *
* Holding on... *
* I said. *
I never thought I'd see you
in a place like that again.
Turns out the only thing
I'm qualified to do
is give orders and look good.
Where else would I go?
This must give you
some satisfaction.
You won.
None of us win when
one of us gets beat down.
Even someone who had
the beatdown coming to them.
Why do you always reduce
everything down like that?
Because I don't trust you.
Your problem
is you don't trust anyone.
That's my golden rule.
Trust gives people
power over you.
You and I both know that
sleeping at a fast food booth
and working the sex trade,
you won't live out the year.
You're gonna end up
down at the morgue.
Okay.
You want to be
a beautiful corpse, fine.
I don't like being needy.
I hate myself for it.
You got a lot
to hate yourself for,
but needing help
ain't one of 'em.
PRAY TELL:
The category is...
Live...
Work...
Pose!
*
I'm not auditioning
for no Al B. Sure video.
You're the one in dance school.
You don't need
a degree to audition.
And I've seen your moves
at the ball when you let loose.
You're so good.
And when you smile,
the world lights up.
Look, I'll only audition
if you audition with me.
It'll make me less nervous.
If it means you'll go,
then fine.
BLANCA:
Anybody home?
We're in here.
-She's moving in.
I can't believe we got
to give up our room
-and sleep on the sofa.
-BLANCA: I would've expected
you two to be a little bit
more understanding.
Elektra's not joining our house,
but y'all known Evangelista
takes in all lost souls,
no matter your past.
And while she's our guest,
you will treat her with respect.
Now hush up and finish packing.
I cannot express
the gratitude I have
for extending this kindness.
Damon.
You're welcome.
Stay as long as you need to.
I suppose this is
sufficient space.
Well, it's gonna have to be,
'cause it's all we got.
And I hope you plan
on replacing these curtains.
-And if it's not
too much trouble...
-It will be.
I'd love if the boys
could paint the room.
This color looks like
a shit-stained diaper
left out in the rain.
Winter lilac is more my color.
Okay. Fine.
BLANCA:
Are you sure I don't look
like no '70s bridesmaid
in this thing?
-It's called fashion, bitch.
Yes, and I am well aware
that it is the Princess Ball,
and with all this flow,
you're gonna look
like a magical fairy princess
floating into her kingdom
to snatch her crown.
Oh. I'm worried about
the House of Ferocity.
-Hmm.
-You remember that time
Candy and Lulu cut up
their rivals' dresses just to
snag a few trophies for Elektra?
How could I forget?
I'm surprised
you didn't rat them out.
We were family back then.
You know those banjee girls
don't know when to stop.
Not only did they get that
fucking girl from the shop
to join Ferocity,
they also snagged Florida
-and Goddess Aphrodite.
-Jesus, no.
Yes, Mary. They are a house
not to be fucked with.
Well,
here's to hoping
their light burns out quick.
In the meantime,
I'm-a try to focus on my health
and making sure my family
gets back together.
Papi will come home one day.
Attagirl. Yes, he will.
Well, what about you?
You been taking care
of yourself?
I don't know.
Ever since Costas died, I...
just been keeping my head down.
Working.
I'm doing my thing,
but, you know,
life has become a wash of gray.
Well, I think I got something
that might put some pep
back into your step.
I met someone last weekend.
-Someone I think you might like.
PRAY TELL:
My, my, my.
I see audacity is back in style.
Now, that body was molded
to perfection,
-while this body is just molded.
-Miss Plastic Fantastic...
-Hello, sir.
Hello!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
What do you need?
Can I get
a vodka cranberry, please?
Coming right up.
You are too cute.
-Keenan.
Keenan.
Can I get your number, Keenan?
I'm sorry, my love,
I'm not into the ladies.
I am not deaf,
dumb or blind, honey.
It's not for me. You've been
staring at my friend all night.
He's single?
-Yes. Give me your number.
PRAY TELL:
...on that runway
with that puffy tuck.
Would somebody please
give her some duct tape?
-I think you should call him.
-Oh, no, no,
-no, no.
-Uh-uh. Here, Pray.
This shop is closed, honey.
Out of business,
and I don't have any plans
of opening it up anytime soon.
I do not need a man
to make me happy,
and I especially don't need
to be dimming my shine
by getting rejected
for being positive.
Mm...
My heart needs a rest.
But you should've seen the way
he was looking at you.
And he was fine.
You may be positive,
but I know that ho
inside of you is thirsting
for some fine-ass trade.
That is "reformed ho" to you,
thank you very much.
Okay.
-Fine.
-You might want
to splurge on some Nice 'N Easy.
Them gray hairs ain't
doing you no favors.
-Uh... Shut up, bitch!
Everybody likes a little smoky
up there now and again.
-Daddies are in.
BLANCA:
Hello?
-No.
I'm just preparing for class.
Come in.
You wanted to see me,
which means one thing.
Is Damon screwing up again?
'Cause I'll bust him
upside his head
if he trying you.
:
That won't be necessary.
You've been
a great mother to him.
He's really straightened up.
And I wanted you to be the first
to know, as his guardian,
that his scholarship has been
approved for a second year.
Oh, my God.
I am so incredibly proud of him.
And I'm proud of you, too.
Blanca, I've seen parents
give their children
the best training, the best
education money can buy.
And yet their dancing careers
go nowhere.
You, however, have given Damon
something that will allow him
to soar in this world:
self-worth.
As long as he knows
his life has value,
he will be unstoppable.
Ooh.
Can you do me a favor?
Can you hold off on telling him
the good news?
I kind of want
to tell him myself.
Of course.
You've earned that.
Out of all the years
I've known you,
I've never seen you walk out of
the house without a beat face.
I didn't have time.
You dragged me out
to this mystery appointment.
Elektra, you need
to be real with me.
You're depressed, and I get it.
But I'm not gonna let you fall
into the abyss like other girls.
After today, I want to see
a full face on you.
Everyone needs to see Elektra
in all her glory.
We're having lunch?
No. You're applying for a job.
Indochine?
No! I cannot work
in the service industry.
Oh, but you can dance
at Show World?
-Come on.
-I do not have
the same skills
a common person has.
Do you expect me to wash dishes
with these hands?
BLANCA:
But you not gonna be a peasant.
They're hiring hostesses.
Glamorous, regal and refined.
You fit the bill,
and they pay well.
: I can't.
-Yes, you can.
My house, my rules.
What if they ask me
to tally people's bills?
I didn't stay in school
long enough
to learn how to operate
a calculator.
Bitch, they ain't asking you
to be a mathematician.
All you got to do is look pretty
and judge people.
Now get over there and ask
for a goddamn application.
Excuse me.
I heard you're hiring
for a lead hostess,
and you're looking
for upscale and dignified women?
That is correct.
Elektra Abundance. May I please
have an application?
-Of course. Follow me.
CHOREOGRAPHER:
Dancers 151 to 160.
Hey.
You got this.
All right?
CHOREOGRAPHER:
Five, six, seven, eight.
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* All alone,
you get off on your own *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* Girl, girl, girl *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* All alone, you get off
on your own *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* Girl, girl, girl *
* Don't you leave me
standing here *
* What is it?
You feel no fear *
* Let me make it
up to you, my dear *
* I'm all alone *
* Sitting right here
by the phone *
* My heart is broken now *
* Believe me, girl *
* Ooh. *
CHOREOGRAPHER:
All right, thanks, guys.
Okay.
You stay and you stay.
And you stay.
And you.
-Stay.
The rest of you can go.
Thanks for your time.
Don't change a thing.
-You look amazing.
Thank you.
-I love that jacket.
-Thank you. I made it myself.
Cute and talented.
Where have you been all my life?
I assume you have a reservation.
Looks like you're moving up
in the world, girl.
By the looks of it, we both are.
I'm, uh...
I'm really, really glad
you agreed to dinner.
Well, I wanted
to ask you out for a while,
but I've always been too
chickenshit to approach you.
-Was it my stunning beauty
that scared you off?
-Mm-mmm.
-It was that big mouth.
Look, we can't all be
larger than life.
You're intimidating.
-That's the first time
I've heard that.
So, uh, what do you want to do
with your life?
I'm certain that bartending
can't be the dream.
Okay, judgy.
-No, I...
-Mm-mmm.
It's cool. Um...
Uh, if you must know,
I'm a sculptor.
Yeah. Bartending
is just how I survive
while I wait for some gallery
to realize I'm a genius.
-Confidence.
-Mm-hmm.
-Sexy.
-Oh.
Wish I still had
that fire in me.
What extinguished it?
Ooh...
Life.
Well...
maybe I can...
help you reignite that flame.
I have to tell you something.
-You're seeing someone else.
-Please.
I wish it was that simple.
I have HIV.
I recently lost a lover,
and being here with you,
it's like...
the first time I was w...
the first time I was
with him.
I told Blanca
that I wasn't ready,
but she said I can't
sit around the house
feeling sorry for myself.
Now that you know my truth,
you probably want to leave,
and I wouldn't blame you.
So why don't you just go
and I-I'll pick up the check
-and we can pretend
this never happened.
-Hey, hey.
I'm sorry...
that you're going
through a rough time.
What can I do to help?
Oh. I, uh...
I don't know.
Besides Blanca, you're
the first person I've told.
Thank you for sharing that.
Do you think you're the first
guy I've dated that's positive?
We'll be safe.
But you should know...
I don't give it up that easy.
-Oh, you are shady, shady boots.
Hey. Shh.
Mm.
ELEKTRA:
You're clearly hard of hearing.
Unless you have
a reservation this evening,
you will not be seated.
Period.
And for future reference,
Indochine does not cater
to the bridge and tunnel crowd.
You cleaning in here again?
Otherwise we get roaches.
It's New York;
there's always cockroaches.
You want to talk?
About what?
About that broken heart
of yours.
Come on, girl, talk to me.
ANGEL: I just want
to wash him out of my mind.
It's like he put this device
in me that makes it so that
I can't even look at
or touch another guy.
Is that what they
calling it now
-Come here.
Oh, God.
I went back out at the piers.
I just started crying
in the middle of a job.
Well, maybe it's time...
you don't do work
like that no more.
And I don't judge you
or nothing.
I used to walk those piers, too.
But a girl who looks
like you has options.
-Not making that kind of money.
-Oh, I got a plan.
-Night school.
-Angel...
I really need you
to get it together.
You're the next in line.
Yeah, when I'm walking balls
with a cane
-and gray hairs
coming out of my ears.
I want to tell you something.
You got to promise me you're not
gonna tell the others.
Okay?
What?
I tested positive.
I need you to take care
of this house.
Okay?
It's not tomorrow,
but it's sooner than you think.
You are going to be a mother
to all these children,
and many more.
And no white boy
from the suburbs...
is gonna rescue you.
We're the only ones
who got each other's back.
Come here.
I got you.
Apparently I'm the only one
who dresses for dinner
in this house.
Don't you have linen napkins?
No. And everybody in this house
helps set the table.
These utensils don't match.
BLANCA:
Girl, don't start.
Okay, before y'all dig in,
I have to share
some very exciting news.
-Ricky and I
have some exciting news
to share, too.
Okay, baby, you go ahead
and go first.
Well... we...
auditioned for Al B. Sure's
next video.
What?! I love Al B. Sure!
Holy shit.
He is the Marvin Gaye
of our time.
Dick and I made love to him
at least twice a week.
Ooh, nothing or no one
is a panty-dropper
like Al B. Sure.
Mmm.
The best part is
that we both made it
and we're gonna be in the video
and we're going on tour.
But don't freak out.
It's just
a tristate area thing.
And we can get
everybody tickets.
-Damon, you're still in school.
And I thought I told you not
to interrupt his schooling.
He didn't.
I encouraged him.
And the point of going
to a dance school
is to be a professional dancer.
I mean, this is
the best opportunity
for both of us, Mother.
Blanca, this is the big time
you have been dreaming about
for your children.
Perhaps you are unfamiliar
with Al B. Sure's music.
I have his tape in my purse.
-Ma, you don't have to do that.
You don't...
I am so proud of you.
-Thank you.
-Come here.
Mother, you shouldn't be
washing dishes by yourself.
I'll dry.
In all that carrying on
about Al B. Sure,
no one asked what my news was.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make that
all about me.
But my news was about you, too.
Helena called me in.
She told me
that you got accepted
into your second year at school.
No way!
She told me you've been
working really hard.
We're proud of you.
Oh, no, don't get yourself
all worked up.
I'm not gonna make you
stay in school.
I'm not that kind of mother.
This is a real great opportunity
for me and Ricky.
Okay, listen, sex on tour is
gonna feel the same as it did
back there in that room.
A professional opportunity
to be dancers getting paid.
You got the talent.
And opportunities are gonna
come, but they'll be wasted
if you're not 100% ready
in taking advantage of them.
You think I'm not good enough
to shine out in the real world.
No, I'm saying,
in a year or two,
you'll be better in ways
you can't even imagine yet.
One job ain't nothing
if it don't lead to another.
You have to shine so bright out
there that they can't deny you.
Look, just...
just think about it
for a day or two.
And I'll support you
in whatever you choose.
I love you, Mother.
I love you, too.
Now finish washing
these damn dishes,
-'cause I'm going to bed.
-STAN: Hey.
-Hey.
Still weird having to ring
the doorbell at my own house.
I can think of some weirder
things I've had to get used to.
What's going on with this?
Uh, Amanda, she's...
she's acting out.
Maybe we should talk
to that therapist again.
We're not going back
to the therapist.
I was thinking...
um, for the sake of the kids,
maybe it would be good if I
moved back in here for a while.
You know, we got
that guest room.
I could sneak in there
after the kids fall asleep
and sleep there.
I know you want nothing
to do with me,
but unless you told
your mom already,
there's a way we could play this
where nobody has to know
-about our problems.
-No.
No, everybody has to know.
I mean, not all the details.
I'll-I'll spare you that, but...
there's no more pretending,
not about anything.
I mean, I think you're right.
I think you should move
back in here for the kids.
It's good for them
to have you around.
Thank you.
But first you have
to quit your job.
No more Manhattan
executive time for you.
Sell the Cadillac,
the cuff links
and the watches, all of it.
How am I supposed
to pay the bills?
Get a job around here.
Sell insurance
or real estate, whatever.
Whatever it takes
for you to be home
when the kids get back
from school.
Where will you be?
I'm gonna be taking classes
at Montclair State.
I'm gonna get my master's.
Eventually the kids will be old
enough to understand all this,
and... I want to be
completely independent by then.
I understand.
I love you.
*
Good evening and
good morning, hookers.
-I know it's hot.
I said good evening
and good morning, hookers!
-Now, listen,
somebody had told me
that the Department of Health
had closed down the bathhouses,
but from where I'm standing,
it looks like they just
dumped you bitches right on
out here in front of me!
And I hope you have some
garments hiding backstage
or something, because tonight
is the motherfucking
Princess Ball,
bitches!
Ah, and I'm gonna need you
to show our judges
your very, very best.
Are you ready?
-The category is:
Linen Versus Silk.
I need to see
all you butch queens
walking up in here
in your finest summer regalia.
I see you, Prince of Egypt.
I also see that rayon
you done brought up
into my kingdom.
Now what'd I say?
Linens and silks.
Only the finest of fabrics,
only the finest
of textiles, darlings.
Judges, your scores?
Where's the House of Ferocity?
You think they chickening out?
I hope so.
I mean, how are we supposed
to be the next legendary house
with only four members
challenging their eight?
I've been lighting
my candles all week.
Honey, our orishas
are working overtime.
Children, what will be will be.
We need to focus
on bringing our best,
not worrying about
what anyone else is bringing.
We may not be
a house of numbers,
but we are a house of love.
Come on, Mother.
Oh! Double your pleasure,
double your fun.
Identical twins in form,
fraternal in fashion.
-Get out of my way.
-Oh!
-Shit, bitch!
-PRAY TELL: One silk,
one linen, and fine,
fine, fine as wine!
Judges, give 'em your scores.
Ten, ten, ten, ten.
Work it out.
And please don't make me hotter.
Whoo! My stars.
My, my, my, my.
Good evening,
broke... ass...
losers.
CANDY:
Looks like they created
-a category for subway hoodrats.
That's very funny.
In the spirit
of the Princess Ball,
I'm here to uplift
and celebrate the work
of everyone
in our community this year.
I'm not gonna even try to throw
your nasty shade back at you.
That's 'cause you
can't shade something
that's shining so bright.
Why don't you all just go home
and save yourself the
humiliation of defeat, huh?
-Ooh!
I cut my hand
on Blanca's stubble.
-Really, Blanca, go home...
-Mm.
...shave that brick face
of yours, and come back
when you learn how
to do your makeup.
Candy, cut it out.
Somebody's got to read her
for her looks
since these judges won't.
Look at you, Blanca.
Your makeup is horrible.
That wig line
is a goddamn crime,
and you look like a hungry boy
in your mama's clothes
trying to be something
you're not.
Want to be a legendary mother?
Call a doctor
and become a woman first.
LIL PAPI:
Come on, Candy, we ain't got
to be talking about
nobody's womanhood out here.
Shut the fuck up
and go get me a drink!
Don't you ever sass
your fucking mother.
Excuse me.
-Mm.
-Oh, Blanca. Move.
*
Yo, right there, bro.
-Yo, that's her
right there, bro.
-Damn!
-Bro.
-Ay, yo, baby. Damn.
-Ow!
-Let me get your number.
-You looking good, mama.
-Looking good.
ELEKTRA: Your face looks like
a wet weekend.
What do you want, Elektra?
I can't have you pouring more
salt on the wound right now.
I've been thinking
about your kindness.
You didn't have to make space
for me in your home.
You taught me
what a real mother is.
I know I haven't
always been... warm,
but I'd like to be now.
And, out of respect for you
and the House of Evangelista,
offer my services.
-Yes.
I received my first paycheck
from Indochine today--
a real check,
not dirty bills
handed to me under a table.
It reminded me of my value.
That wouldn't have happened
if it weren't for you.
I want to challenge
the House of Ferocity.
I can't have them coming for me.
I have never known you
to back down from a battle.
But before you do that,
let me check some bitches.
Oh, and, Blanca,
you have always been my heart.
DJ, play some music.
The next category's gonna be
in about ten minutes,
after I wring myself off.
I hope you got
a good lawyer, girl.
Why is that?
'Cause we about to murder
every other house
in this joint.
I said that I wanted
a Tab and Malibu Rum.
This is rum and Fresca!
What the fuck
is wrong with you?!
Yo, it's loud in here.
Why you got to be so mean to me?
Ain't you ever heard
of the phrase,
"You attract more flies
with honey"?
Uh-uh. The only thing
attracting flies up in here
is that greasy mop on your head.
LULU:
What are you doing here?
Is there a Tired Old Bitches
on Geritol category tonight?
I'm here to walk with my house.
Not much of a house
with only one bitch in it.
More like a studio apartment.
Didn't you hear the news?
I'm walking with
the House of Evangelista,
to help them win
a trophy or ten,
but mostly to destroy you.
Aphrodite, I've got
no beef with you.
You may go or stay if you
don't mind the sight of blood.
I've got nowhere to be.
Good, then you can hear
the disappointment in my voice
as I count off the ways
in which I've clearly failed
as a mother.
Look at the fruits of my labor:
a foolhardy chunk
who makes her living on the pole
and a brainless wonder
who thinks the way to get curves
is to stick Charmin
in her drawers
or to inject cement
into her derriere.
House of Ferocity?
You two are about as fierce
as my morning cornflakes.
You may have left my home,
but you can't leave me.
I'm in your mind,
that voice saying,
"You're not good enough,
little girl.
"You're not smart enough
or tough enough
or glamorous enough
to make it in this world."
And that little voice
is going to eat away at you
like termites until your whole
pathetic house
comes crashing down.
You think you're on the road
to being legends,
but you couldn't make it
from here to the door
without me pointing the way.
You're nothing but bags
of rancid, rotting meat.
Well, take a long last look
at this filet mignon.
I doubt we'll be conversing ever
again, unless I take a sudden
interest in dying of boredom.
Lil Papi, I think you've
suffered enough for your sins.
I'm sure I can convince
your mother Blanca
to take you back if you're
willing to grovel a little.
I don't really know
what that means,
but I'll grovel all night
if I have to.
Get your own damn drinks.
Feeling like a big man now, huh?
Cubby, Lemar. One chance.
Get ripe with Evangelista
or die on the vines
with these withering weeds.
-Let's go.
-CANDY: Ugh.
Traitors, all of you.
Bye.
-I did.
-ELEKTRA: Things are going
to be a little tight
in that shoebox of an apartment.
But I have new members for you.
If you even want new members.
Come here, y'all.
-I'm sorry, Blanca. I'm sorry.
-It's okay.
Got room for one more?
In my home and in my heart.
PRAY TELL :
All right, my sweaty bitches,
it's time for the next category.
Okay, I think we've
had enough of feelings.
It's time.
PRAY TELL:
You will be
in fringes and feathers
giving us Las Vegas
Showgirl Realness,
like Miss Lola Falana
-meets Carmen Miranda.
* Watch where you walk *
* 'Cause the sidewalks talk *
* You better watch
what you do... *
All right, all right.
Stop the music, baby,
stop the music.
I'm gonna need y'all
to simmer down.
Yes, darling, I know, I know.
Just place that jacket
in the Christmas ornament box,
-and we'll get back to you.
All right, now.
A challenge has been issued
for the House of Ferocity
-from the House of Evangelista.
Do you divas accept
this challenge?
Have you ever known us
to back down from a challenge?
Bring it on, bitch.
PRAY TELL:
All right.
The category is:
House Versus House.
The ultimate house bout.
We need to see which one of you
can serve us
your finest members
and burn this bitch
-to the ground.
Turn up the music and pose!
*
Florida Ferocity
serving us Best Dressed
against Damon and Lemar.
Evangelista, old-school style.
Yes, Damon, I see you, bitch.
From the dance class
to the ballroom.
Oh! No touching!
The battle lines
have been drawn!
Yes!
The floor work, darlings!
The technique, babies!
Yes...!
I live! Who's next?
Oh, we're serving body
and realness battles.
Miss Veronica Ferocity
serving us
mother-of-the-bride realness,
while Ricky and Lil Papi
Evangelista are giving us
"sexy bad boy
hanging out
down at Port Authority"!
Oh! I live!
My man just came back
from the gym-nasium
and treat me
to some push-up realness.
Who's next
The flawless faces of Angel
and Cubby Evangelista
versus
fierce Mother Candy Ferocity.
You got to be born
into this club, honey.
You can't join this club.
Yes, Miss Candy.
That body is giving you
new life!
That is a dollar well spent,
darling.
Yes!
Oh. And she's with the judges.
Touch that face.
Touch that face.
Oh...!
I live! I live!
:
And now for the divas battle!
The sexy Aphrodite Ferocity
versus the legendary Elektra.
Give 'em some room,
give 'em some room!
Bitch, you got your wings on
tonight!
Fly, bitch!
Fly...!
Oh, and the rise
of Mother Blanca Evangelista
versus
the statement, Lulu Ferocity,
giving us Jessica Rabbit.
You all know
what I'm talking about.
Blanca, you better turn up,
bitch.
Miss Lulu is at your neck.
Ha-ha. Don't get chopped.
Tonight,
everything is on the line.
Work it out, work it out,
work it out.
And pose. And pose.
ALL:
And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose.
And pose...
Pose double-time!
And pose, pose, pose,
pose, pose, pose, pose!
Overness personified!
Yes! Give 'em a round
of applause, honey.
The roof is on fire.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the battle of the year,
the one for the ages,
has come to a conclusion.
And now it is time
that we allow a phoenix
to rise up from the ashes
and be crowned.
For the House of Ferocity,
your scores are...
ten, ten, ten, ten,
nine.
-There's room at the inn, honey,
just like the Baby Jesus.
There's room for it at the inn.
For the House of Evangelista,
scores, please.
Ten, ten, ten, ten,
-tens across the board!
Grand prize,
House of Evangelista...!
And that is how
you do a ball, bitch!
Come on, get this trophy.
CROWD :
Lista! Evange...
* Lista! *
-CROWD: Lista!
-Evange...
CROWD:
Evangelista! Evangelista!
Evange...
Lista!
* Evange! *
CROWD:
Evange...
Lista!
Evange...
Lista!
ELEKTRA: Here's my trophy
for Femme Queen Face.
We are destroying Ferocity.
That makes seven
for Evangelista.
DAMON: Uh, you mean eight.
You forgot mine.
Pray Tell is flying through
those categories tonight.
Mother, I want
to tell you something.
What?
-So I discussed it with Ricky...
-Mm-hmm.
...and he's going on
the Al B. Sure tour without me.
We both figured that our
relationship is strong enough
for us to withstand a couple
of months being apart.
I thought you wanted
to be a big star.
Why you suddenly
giving up on that?
I'm not giving up on my dream.
If I'm gonna be a big star,
then I got to keep
working on my craft.
Which is why I officially
accepted my scholarship
-for another year
at The New School.
-Yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.
I'm doing this for me.
And I want to make you proud.
You already have.
PRAY TELL:
Inspection time.
Examine it close up.
Is she real?
Is she altogether lovely?
Or is it bullshit?
All right, ladies, line up.
Come on, give them a hand,
give them a hand, y'all.
This is the best there is.
This is Diva of the Year.
Y'all better recognize.
All right.
Diva of the Year goes to...
Miss Elektra Evangelista.
First runner-up,
Aphrodite Ferocity.
Come on, come on,
give them a hand.
Now, the next category is...
one of my favorites.
Femme Queen Vogue!
I want to see some movement
up in this bitch!
Come on, bring it.
Give it to me.
Hey! Ha-ha!
Oh, shit!
Who else? Oh!
Yes, baby!
Come on, come on.
We are not leaving here
without a grand prize trophy.
PRAY TELL:
Oh, shit, they coming.
They coming
from the audience, kids. Chop.
And live and serve and work.
What are you doing?
PRAY TELL:
Ah, present and accounted for.
* Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha *
What the hell is going on?
Stop this music,
stop this music.
-Stop this music. Okay, okay.
Quiet down, quiet down.
Quiet down.
Let Daddy handle this now.
Miss Candy.
Yes?
Do you have category dyslexia?
No.
PRAY TELL:
No, no, no, no.
See, I know that we have
had our differences
when it came
to you walking body.
But then you actually went out
and bought a body
and earned your place.
Flexibility and rhythm
cannot be bought.
You are not a dancer.
Have a seat!
I was just getting warmed up!
PRAY TELL: Honey, this is
not a dress rehearsal.
This is the goddamn
final performance.
-Fuck you, Pray Tell!
-No, she didn't.
Would somebody come
and get this bitch, please?
She's so tired,
and I have a date to get to.
JOSE:
Why don't you just move on
and stop wasting
everybody's time, bitch?
Yeah, please,
get off the runway.
Um, I deserve a chance
like everybody else.
Ms. Lumbknuckle,
were you raised on a farm?
You need to move on.
Somebody chop her already.
Why don't you come down here and
chop me yourself, you fat fuck?
-Oh!
No, she didn't.
No, she didn't, bitch.
What?
Hold my purse.
Candy! No! No!
What What?
Huh
Huh
Go help her!
I'm-a crack that Milk Dud
right open, honey. Yeah!
Uh-huh, Milk Dud, bitch.
Let's go.
Come on...
-Oh, honey.
What?
You better get your ass back.
Bring it on...
Come on, Candy,
it ain't worth all this.
You're gonna get us kicked out.
Girl, get the fuck off me.
Pick that up.
-Yes, pick it up.
Violence is never
the answer, children.
-Let's go.
-PRAY TELL: I can't take
you motherfuckers nowhere.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I came to rescue you.
Don't talk like that.
The only thing
I need rescuing from
is the way you made me feel.
I was doing just fine on my own.
I'm leaving my wife.
For good.
I don't want to pretend anymore.
I want us to get a house.
Out on the island,
or Westchester,
and I can take the train in
and out of the city for work.
You remember that night
in the hotel room?
The first night we met,
and you told me
you just wanted a home
and someone to take care of
and to be treated
like a real woman.
Let me give you all that.
-We'll figure it out.
They can come stay with us
on weekends.
You like kids, right?
Not really, Stan.
It was real.
This whole thing,
it was always real.
You remember what else I said
back in that hotel room?
It was your first time,
but it wasn't mine.
You're not my first
Prince Charming.
You're not real.
We were just good ideas
in each other's minds.
And they turn into bad ones
once they get out
into the regular world, right?
No, no.
I'm asking you--
I'm begging you-- to just try.
Try.
You're not listening to me.
What I want has changed.
I got a family.
They already take care of me.
I want to do right by them.
I want to look after them.
-They need me.
-I need you.
Stan, I care about you.
You a'ight,
at the end of the day.
But go home
to your wife and kids.
Go be a man. Hmm?
You almost done
with your smoke, Angel?
Just about.
All right, well, come on inside
and help me get changed.
-Girl, I get it.
-That boy is fine.
-Oh, come on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen.
We have a very special
presentation on tonight.
-I and past winners
will be handing out the award
for Mother of the Year.
Each year,
this award is presented
to a mother
who has been
a nurturing presence
in her children's lives,
a mother who has provided
moral and social support
to her children.
She's kept them in line,
and she's taught them
what it means to move
through life
with grace and humility.
The nominees
for Mother of the Year are...
from the House of Mugler,
Gina Mugler.
MAN:
All right, Gina!
PRAY TELL:
Give it up.
From the House of Pendavis,
Kiki Pendavis.
From the House of Xtravaganza,
Tonya Xtravaganza.
And last but not least,
from the House of Evangelista,
Blanca Evangelista.
!
So, y'all know that every year
this is a hotly contested award,
but this year,
the voting was unanimous.
The recipient has taught us
that a house is much more
than a home.
It's family.
And every family needs a mother
who is affirming,
caring, loyal...
CROWD:
Yes.
...and inspiring.
This woman is that
and much, much, much more.
She has saved many a soul
lost in darkness
-simply by shining her light.
I know this to be true...
because that
is how she saved mine.
The 1988 award for
Mother of the Year...
goes to my sister,
Blanca Evangelista.
*
* Look for the light *
* If you're lost in the night *
-That's my mother!
-* I'll write your name *
* On my door *
* If you ever need warmth *
* And comfort *
-* Darlin' I'll be here *
-PRAY TELL: Come on,
give it up, give it up,
give it up!
Blanca Evangelista!
: Blanca!
-* I heard your name *
Blanca! Blanca!
-* 'Cause you'll
be my security *
-Blanca! Lista!
-* Love is a house *
-Blanca! Lista! Blanca!
* You got the key *
* Oh, to take me
where I wanna be *
* Open up and let me
into your heart *
* Ooh, just look
and you'll see *
* Love is a house *
-* And you got the key *
-* Open up and let me *
* Into your heart, baby *
* Love is a house,
love is your home *
* I don't wanna be alone *
* Don't wanna be alone, oh *
-* Love is a house *
-* Love is a house *
* Your love is a house *
* Love is a house *
* Yes, indeed *
* Love is a house *
* You got the key *
* And you got the key *
* You got the key. *
Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
MAN:
I've been growin' the business.
You been selling
those little rocks
of yours everywhere.
You about to move
into the big leagues.
I'm gonna be careful
about who know the recipe.
You're being
a little bit paranoid.
I'm a black man
in America!
Hell, yeah,
I'm paranoid.
* Leave 'em with nothing *
* Leave 'em with nothing *
* Take everything
Leave 'em with nothing *
ANNOUNCER: Snowfall.
All new.
Thursdays at 10:00 on FX.
Start a war,
get us all killed.
Maybe I'm
a little on edge.
ANNOUNCER: Snowfall. All new.
Thursdays at 10:00 on FX.
FX presents... Pose.
("Holding Back the Years"
by Simply Red playing)
* Holding back the years... *
* Thinking of the fear
I've had so long *
* When somebody hears *
* Listen to the fear
that's gone *
* Strangled by the wishes
of pater *
* Hoping for the arms of mater *
* Get to meet her *
* Sooner or later *
* Oh *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* So tight *
* All right *
* Oh, now *
* Well, I... *
* I'll keep holding on *
* I'll keep holding on *
* Holding, holding *
* Holding *
* Holding on... *
* I said. *
I never thought I'd see you
in a place like that again.
Turns out the only thing
I'm qualified to do
is give orders and look good.
Where else would I go?
This must give you
some satisfaction.
You won.
None of us win when
one of us gets beat down.
Even someone who had
the beatdown coming to them.
Why do you always reduce
everything down like that?
Because I don't trust you.
Your problem
is you don't trust anyone.
That's my golden rule.
Trust gives people
power over you.
You and I both know that
sleeping at a fast food booth
and working the sex trade,
you won't live out the year.
You're gonna end up
down at the morgue.
Okay.
You want to be
a beautiful corpse, fine.
I don't like being needy.
I hate myself for it.
You got a lot
to hate yourself for,
but needing help
ain't one of 'em.
PRAY TELL:
The category is...
Live...
Work...
Pose!
*
I'm not auditioning
for no Al B. Sure video.
You're the one in dance school.
You don't need
a degree to audition.
And I've seen your moves
at the ball when you let loose.
You're so good.
And when you smile,
the world lights up.
Look, I'll only audition
if you audition with me.
It'll make me less nervous.
If it means you'll go,
then fine.
BLANCA:
Anybody home?
We're in here.
-She's moving in.
I can't believe we got
to give up our room
-and sleep on the sofa.
-BLANCA: I would've expected
you two to be a little bit
more understanding.
Elektra's not joining our house,
but y'all known Evangelista
takes in all lost souls,
no matter your past.
And while she's our guest,
you will treat her with respect.
Now hush up and finish packing.
I cannot express
the gratitude I have
for extending this kindness.
Damon.
You're welcome.
Stay as long as you need to.
I suppose this is
sufficient space.
Well, it's gonna have to be,
'cause it's all we got.
And I hope you plan
on replacing these curtains.
-And if it's not
too much trouble...
-It will be.
I'd love if the boys
could paint the room.
This color looks like
a shit-stained diaper
left out in the rain.
Winter lilac is more my color.
Okay. Fine.
BLANCA:
Are you sure I don't look
like no '70s bridesmaid
in this thing?
-It's called fashion, bitch.
Yes, and I am well aware
that it is the Princess Ball,
and with all this flow,
you're gonna look
like a magical fairy princess
floating into her kingdom
to snatch her crown.
Oh. I'm worried about
the House of Ferocity.
-Hmm.
-You remember that time
Candy and Lulu cut up
their rivals' dresses just to
snag a few trophies for Elektra?
How could I forget?
I'm surprised
you didn't rat them out.
We were family back then.
You know those banjee girls
don't know when to stop.
Not only did they get that
fucking girl from the shop
to join Ferocity,
they also snagged Florida
-and Goddess Aphrodite.
-Jesus, no.
Yes, Mary. They are a house
not to be fucked with.
Well,
here's to hoping
their light burns out quick.
In the meantime,
I'm-a try to focus on my health
and making sure my family
gets back together.
Papi will come home one day.
Attagirl. Yes, he will.
Well, what about you?
You been taking care
of yourself?
I don't know.
Ever since Costas died, I...
just been keeping my head down.
Working.
I'm doing my thing,
but, you know,
life has become a wash of gray.
Well, I think I got something
that might put some pep
back into your step.
I met someone last weekend.
-Someone I think you might like.
PRAY TELL:
My, my, my.
I see audacity is back in style.
Now, that body was molded
to perfection,
-while this body is just molded.
-Miss Plastic Fantastic...
-Hello, sir.
Hello!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
What do you need?
Can I get
a vodka cranberry, please?
Coming right up.
You are too cute.
-Keenan.
Keenan.
Can I get your number, Keenan?
I'm sorry, my love,
I'm not into the ladies.
I am not deaf,
dumb or blind, honey.
It's not for me. You've been
staring at my friend all night.
He's single?
-Yes. Give me your number.
PRAY TELL:
...on that runway
with that puffy tuck.
Would somebody please
give her some duct tape?
-I think you should call him.
-Oh, no, no,
-no, no.
-Uh-uh. Here, Pray.
This shop is closed, honey.
Out of business,
and I don't have any plans
of opening it up anytime soon.
I do not need a man
to make me happy,
and I especially don't need
to be dimming my shine
by getting rejected
for being positive.
Mm...
My heart needs a rest.
But you should've seen the way
he was looking at you.
And he was fine.
You may be positive,
but I know that ho
inside of you is thirsting
for some fine-ass trade.
That is "reformed ho" to you,
thank you very much.
Okay.
-Fine.
-You might want
to splurge on some Nice 'N Easy.
Them gray hairs ain't
doing you no favors.
-Uh... Shut up, bitch!
Everybody likes a little smoky
up there now and again.
-Daddies are in.
BLANCA:
Hello?
-No.
I'm just preparing for class.
Come in.
You wanted to see me,
which means one thing.
Is Damon screwing up again?
'Cause I'll bust him
upside his head
if he trying you.
:
That won't be necessary.
You've been
a great mother to him.
He's really straightened up.
And I wanted you to be the first
to know, as his guardian,
that his scholarship has been
approved for a second year.
Oh, my God.
I am so incredibly proud of him.
And I'm proud of you, too.
Blanca, I've seen parents
give their children
the best training, the best
education money can buy.
And yet their dancing careers
go nowhere.
You, however, have given Damon
something that will allow him
to soar in this world:
self-worth.
As long as he knows
his life has value,
he will be unstoppable.
Ooh.
Can you do me a favor?
Can you hold off on telling him
the good news?
I kind of want
to tell him myself.
Of course.
You've earned that.
Out of all the years
I've known you,
I've never seen you walk out of
the house without a beat face.
I didn't have time.
You dragged me out
to this mystery appointment.
Elektra, you need
to be real with me.
You're depressed, and I get it.
But I'm not gonna let you fall
into the abyss like other girls.
After today, I want to see
a full face on you.
Everyone needs to see Elektra
in all her glory.
We're having lunch?
No. You're applying for a job.
Indochine?
No! I cannot work
in the service industry.
Oh, but you can dance
at Show World?
-Come on.
-I do not have
the same skills
a common person has.
Do you expect me to wash dishes
with these hands?
BLANCA:
But you not gonna be a peasant.
They're hiring hostesses.
Glamorous, regal and refined.
You fit the bill,
and they pay well.
: I can't.
-Yes, you can.
My house, my rules.
What if they ask me
to tally people's bills?
I didn't stay in school
long enough
to learn how to operate
a calculator.
Bitch, they ain't asking you
to be a mathematician.
All you got to do is look pretty
and judge people.
Now get over there and ask
for a goddamn application.
Excuse me.
I heard you're hiring
for a lead hostess,
and you're looking
for upscale and dignified women?
That is correct.
Elektra Abundance. May I please
have an application?
-Of course. Follow me.
CHOREOGRAPHER:
Dancers 151 to 160.
Hey.
You got this.
All right?
CHOREOGRAPHER:
Five, six, seven, eight.
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* All alone,
you get off on your own *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* Girl, girl, girl *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* All alone, you get off
on your own *
* All alone, you get off
on your own, girl *
* Girl, girl, girl *
* Don't you leave me
standing here *
* What is it?
You feel no fear *
* Let me make it
up to you, my dear *
* I'm all alone *
* Sitting right here
by the phone *
* My heart is broken now *
* Believe me, girl *
* Ooh. *
CHOREOGRAPHER:
All right, thanks, guys.
Okay.
You stay and you stay.
And you stay.
And you.
-Stay.
The rest of you can go.
Thanks for your time.
Don't change a thing.
-You look amazing.
Thank you.
-I love that jacket.
-Thank you. I made it myself.
Cute and talented.
Where have you been all my life?
I assume you have a reservation.
Looks like you're moving up
in the world, girl.
By the looks of it, we both are.
I'm, uh...
I'm really, really glad
you agreed to dinner.
Well, I wanted
to ask you out for a while,
but I've always been too
chickenshit to approach you.
-Was it my stunning beauty
that scared you off?
-Mm-mmm.
-It was that big mouth.
Look, we can't all be
larger than life.
You're intimidating.
-That's the first time
I've heard that.
So, uh, what do you want to do
with your life?
I'm certain that bartending
can't be the dream.
Okay, judgy.
-No, I...
-Mm-mmm.
It's cool. Um...
Uh, if you must know,
I'm a sculptor.
Yeah. Bartending
is just how I survive
while I wait for some gallery
to realize I'm a genius.
-Confidence.
-Mm-hmm.
-Sexy.
-Oh.
Wish I still had
that fire in me.
What extinguished it?
Ooh...
Life.
Well...
maybe I can...
help you reignite that flame.
I have to tell you something.
-You're seeing someone else.
-Please.
I wish it was that simple.
I have HIV.
I recently lost a lover,
and being here with you,
it's like...
the first time I was w...
the first time I was
with him.
I told Blanca
that I wasn't ready,
but she said I can't
sit around the house
feeling sorry for myself.
Now that you know my truth,
you probably want to leave,
and I wouldn't blame you.
So why don't you just go
and I-I'll pick up the check
-and we can pretend
this never happened.
-Hey, hey.
I'm sorry...
that you're going
through a rough time.
What can I do to help?
Oh. I, uh...
I don't know.
Besides Blanca, you're
the first person I've told.
Thank you for sharing that.
Do you think you're the first
guy I've dated that's positive?
We'll be safe.
But you should know...
I don't give it up that easy.
-Oh, you are shady, shady boots.
Hey. Shh.
Mm.
ELEKTRA:
You're clearly hard of hearing.
Unless you have
a reservation this evening,
you will not be seated.
Period.
And for future reference,
Indochine does not cater
to the bridge and tunnel crowd.
You cleaning in here again?
Otherwise we get roaches.
It's New York;
there's always cockroaches.
You want to talk?
About what?
About that broken heart
of yours.
Come on, girl, talk to me.
ANGEL: I just want
to wash him out of my mind.
It's like he put this device
in me that makes it so that
I can't even look at
or touch another guy.
Is that what they
calling it now
-Come here.
Oh, God.
I went back out at the piers.
I just started crying
in the middle of a job.
Well, maybe it's time...
you don't do work
like that no more.
And I don't judge you
or nothing.
I used to walk those piers, too.
But a girl who looks
like you has options.
-Not making that kind of money.
-Oh, I got a plan.
-Night school.
-Angel...
I really need you
to get it together.
You're the next in line.
Yeah, when I'm walking balls
with a cane
-and gray hairs
coming out of my ears.
I want to tell you something.
You got to promise me you're not
gonna tell the others.
Okay?
What?
I tested positive.
I need you to take care
of this house.
Okay?
It's not tomorrow,
but it's sooner than you think.
You are going to be a mother
to all these children,
and many more.
And no white boy
from the suburbs...
is gonna rescue you.
We're the only ones
who got each other's back.
Come here.
I got you.
Apparently I'm the only one
who dresses for dinner
in this house.
Don't you have linen napkins?
No. And everybody in this house
helps set the table.
These utensils don't match.
BLANCA:
Girl, don't start.
Okay, before y'all dig in,
I have to share
some very exciting news.
-Ricky and I
have some exciting news
to share, too.
Okay, baby, you go ahead
and go first.
Well... we...
auditioned for Al B. Sure's
next video.
What?! I love Al B. Sure!
Holy shit.
He is the Marvin Gaye
of our time.
Dick and I made love to him
at least twice a week.
Ooh, nothing or no one
is a panty-dropper
like Al B. Sure.
Mmm.
The best part is
that we both made it
and we're gonna be in the video
and we're going on tour.
But don't freak out.
It's just
a tristate area thing.
And we can get
everybody tickets.
-Damon, you're still in school.
And I thought I told you not
to interrupt his schooling.
He didn't.
I encouraged him.
And the point of going
to a dance school
is to be a professional dancer.
I mean, this is
the best opportunity
for both of us, Mother.
Blanca, this is the big time
you have been dreaming about
for your children.
Perhaps you are unfamiliar
with Al B. Sure's music.
I have his tape in my purse.
-Ma, you don't have to do that.
You don't...
I am so proud of you.
-Thank you.
-Come here.
Mother, you shouldn't be
washing dishes by yourself.
I'll dry.
In all that carrying on
about Al B. Sure,
no one asked what my news was.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make that
all about me.
But my news was about you, too.
Helena called me in.
She told me
that you got accepted
into your second year at school.
No way!
She told me you've been
working really hard.
We're proud of you.
Oh, no, don't get yourself
all worked up.
I'm not gonna make you
stay in school.
I'm not that kind of mother.
This is a real great opportunity
for me and Ricky.
Okay, listen, sex on tour is
gonna feel the same as it did
back there in that room.
A professional opportunity
to be dancers getting paid.
You got the talent.
And opportunities are gonna
come, but they'll be wasted
if you're not 100% ready
in taking advantage of them.
You think I'm not good enough
to shine out in the real world.
No, I'm saying,
in a year or two,
you'll be better in ways
you can't even imagine yet.
One job ain't nothing
if it don't lead to another.
You have to shine so bright out
there that they can't deny you.
Look, just...
just think about it
for a day or two.
And I'll support you
in whatever you choose.
I love you, Mother.
I love you, too.
Now finish washing
these damn dishes,
-'cause I'm going to bed.
-STAN: Hey.
-Hey.
Still weird having to ring
the doorbell at my own house.
I can think of some weirder
things I've had to get used to.
What's going on with this?
Uh, Amanda, she's...
she's acting out.
Maybe we should talk
to that therapist again.
We're not going back
to the therapist.
I was thinking...
um, for the sake of the kids,
maybe it would be good if I
moved back in here for a while.
You know, we got
that guest room.
I could sneak in there
after the kids fall asleep
and sleep there.
I know you want nothing
to do with me,
but unless you told
your mom already,
there's a way we could play this
where nobody has to know
-about our problems.
-No.
No, everybody has to know.
I mean, not all the details.
I'll-I'll spare you that, but...
there's no more pretending,
not about anything.
I mean, I think you're right.
I think you should move
back in here for the kids.
It's good for them
to have you around.
Thank you.
But first you have
to quit your job.
No more Manhattan
executive time for you.
Sell the Cadillac,
the cuff links
and the watches, all of it.
How am I supposed
to pay the bills?
Get a job around here.
Sell insurance
or real estate, whatever.
Whatever it takes
for you to be home
when the kids get back
from school.
Where will you be?
I'm gonna be taking classes
at Montclair State.
I'm gonna get my master's.
Eventually the kids will be old
enough to understand all this,
and... I want to be
completely independent by then.
I understand.
I love you.
*
Good evening and
good morning, hookers.
-I know it's hot.
I said good evening
and good morning, hookers!
-Now, listen,
somebody had told me
that the Department of Health
had closed down the bathhouses,
but from where I'm standing,
it looks like they just
dumped you bitches right on
out here in front of me!
And I hope you have some
garments hiding backstage
or something, because tonight
is the motherfucking
Princess Ball,
bitches!
Ah, and I'm gonna need you
to show our judges
your very, very best.
Are you ready?
-The category is:
Linen Versus Silk.
I need to see
all you butch queens
walking up in here
in your finest summer regalia.
I see you, Prince of Egypt.
I also see that rayon
you done brought up
into my kingdom.
Now what'd I say?
Linens and silks.
Only the finest of fabrics,
only the finest
of textiles, darlings.
Judges, your scores?
Where's the House of Ferocity?
You think they chickening out?
I hope so.
I mean, how are we supposed
to be the next legendary house
with only four members
challenging their eight?
I've been lighting
my candles all week.
Honey, our orishas
are working overtime.
Children, what will be will be.
We need to focus
on bringing our best,
not worrying about
what anyone else is bringing.
We may not be
a house of numbers,
but we are a house of love.
Come on, Mother.
Oh! Double your pleasure,
double your fun.
Identical twins in form,
fraternal in fashion.
-Get out of my way.
-Oh!
-Shit, bitch!
-PRAY TELL: One silk,
one linen, and fine,
fine, fine as wine!
Judges, give 'em your scores.
Ten, ten, ten, ten.
Work it out.
And please don't make me hotter.
Whoo! My stars.
My, my, my, my.
Good evening,
broke... ass...
losers.
CANDY:
Looks like they created
-a category for subway hoodrats.
That's very funny.
In the spirit
of the Princess Ball,
I'm here to uplift
and celebrate the work
of everyone
in our community this year.
I'm not gonna even try to throw
your nasty shade back at you.
That's 'cause you
can't shade something
that's shining so bright.
Why don't you all just go home
and save yourself the
humiliation of defeat, huh?
-Ooh!
I cut my hand
on Blanca's stubble.
-Really, Blanca, go home...
-Mm.
...shave that brick face
of yours, and come back
when you learn how
to do your makeup.
Candy, cut it out.
Somebody's got to read her
for her looks
since these judges won't.
Look at you, Blanca.
Your makeup is horrible.
That wig line
is a goddamn crime,
and you look like a hungry boy
in your mama's clothes
trying to be something
you're not.
Want to be a legendary mother?
Call a doctor
and become a woman first.
LIL PAPI:
Come on, Candy, we ain't got
to be talking about
nobody's womanhood out here.
Shut the fuck up
and go get me a drink!
Don't you ever sass
your fucking mother.
Excuse me.
-Mm.
-Oh, Blanca. Move.
*
Yo, right there, bro.
-Yo, that's her
right there, bro.
-Damn!
-Bro.
-Ay, yo, baby. Damn.
-Ow!
-Let me get your number.
-You looking good, mama.
-Looking good.
ELEKTRA: Your face looks like
a wet weekend.
What do you want, Elektra?
I can't have you pouring more
salt on the wound right now.
I've been thinking
about your kindness.
You didn't have to make space
for me in your home.
You taught me
what a real mother is.
I know I haven't
always been... warm,
but I'd like to be now.
And, out of respect for you
and the House of Evangelista,
offer my services.
-Yes.
I received my first paycheck
from Indochine today--
a real check,
not dirty bills
handed to me under a table.
It reminded me of my value.
That wouldn't have happened
if it weren't for you.
I want to challenge
the House of Ferocity.
I can't have them coming for me.
I have never known you
to back down from a battle.
But before you do that,
let me check some bitches.
Oh, and, Blanca,
you have always been my heart.
DJ, play some music.
The next category's gonna be
in about ten minutes,
after I wring myself off.
I hope you got
a good lawyer, girl.
Why is that?
'Cause we about to murder
every other house
in this joint.
I said that I wanted
a Tab and Malibu Rum.
This is rum and Fresca!
What the fuck
is wrong with you?!
Yo, it's loud in here.
Why you got to be so mean to me?
Ain't you ever heard
of the phrase,
"You attract more flies
with honey"?
Uh-uh. The only thing
attracting flies up in here
is that greasy mop on your head.
LULU:
What are you doing here?
Is there a Tired Old Bitches
on Geritol category tonight?
I'm here to walk with my house.
Not much of a house
with only one bitch in it.
More like a studio apartment.
Didn't you hear the news?
I'm walking with
the House of Evangelista,
to help them win
a trophy or ten,
but mostly to destroy you.
Aphrodite, I've got
no beef with you.
You may go or stay if you
don't mind the sight of blood.
I've got nowhere to be.
Good, then you can hear
the disappointment in my voice
as I count off the ways
in which I've clearly failed
as a mother.
Look at the fruits of my labor:
a foolhardy chunk
who makes her living on the pole
and a brainless wonder
who thinks the way to get curves
is to stick Charmin
in her drawers
or to inject cement
into her derriere.
House of Ferocity?
You two are about as fierce
as my morning cornflakes.
You may have left my home,
but you can't leave me.
I'm in your mind,
that voice saying,
"You're not good enough,
little girl.
"You're not smart enough
or tough enough
or glamorous enough
to make it in this world."
And that little voice
is going to eat away at you
like termites until your whole
pathetic house
comes crashing down.
You think you're on the road
to being legends,
but you couldn't make it
from here to the door
without me pointing the way.
You're nothing but bags
of rancid, rotting meat.
Well, take a long last look
at this filet mignon.
I doubt we'll be conversing ever
again, unless I take a sudden
interest in dying of boredom.
Lil Papi, I think you've
suffered enough for your sins.
I'm sure I can convince
your mother Blanca
to take you back if you're
willing to grovel a little.
I don't really know
what that means,
but I'll grovel all night
if I have to.
Get your own damn drinks.
Feeling like a big man now, huh?
Cubby, Lemar. One chance.
Get ripe with Evangelista
or die on the vines
with these withering weeds.
-Let's go.
-CANDY: Ugh.
Traitors, all of you.
Bye.
-I did.
-ELEKTRA: Things are going
to be a little tight
in that shoebox of an apartment.
But I have new members for you.
If you even want new members.
Come here, y'all.
-I'm sorry, Blanca. I'm sorry.
-It's okay.
Got room for one more?
In my home and in my heart.
PRAY TELL :
All right, my sweaty bitches,
it's time for the next category.
Okay, I think we've
had enough of feelings.
It's time.
PRAY TELL:
You will be
in fringes and feathers
giving us Las Vegas
Showgirl Realness,
like Miss Lola Falana
-meets Carmen Miranda.
* Watch where you walk *
* 'Cause the sidewalks talk *
* You better watch
what you do... *
All right, all right.
Stop the music, baby,
stop the music.
I'm gonna need y'all
to simmer down.
Yes, darling, I know, I know.
Just place that jacket
in the Christmas ornament box,
-and we'll get back to you.
All right, now.
A challenge has been issued
for the House of Ferocity
-from the House of Evangelista.
Do you divas accept
this challenge?
Have you ever known us
to back down from a challenge?
Bring it on, bitch.
PRAY TELL:
All right.
The category is:
House Versus House.
The ultimate house bout.
We need to see which one of you
can serve us
your finest members
and burn this bitch
-to the ground.
Turn up the music and pose!
*
Florida Ferocity
serving us Best Dressed
against Damon and Lemar.
Evangelista, old-school style.
Yes, Damon, I see you, bitch.
From the dance class
to the ballroom.
Oh! No touching!
The battle lines
have been drawn!
Yes!
The floor work, darlings!
The technique, babies!
Yes...!
I live! Who's next?
Oh, we're serving body
and realness battles.
Miss Veronica Ferocity
serving us
mother-of-the-bride realness,
while Ricky and Lil Papi
Evangelista are giving us
"sexy bad boy
hanging out
down at Port Authority"!
Oh! I live!
My man just came back
from the gym-nasium
and treat me
to some push-up realness.
Who's next
The flawless faces of Angel
and Cubby Evangelista
versus
fierce Mother Candy Ferocity.
You got to be born
into this club, honey.
You can't join this club.
Yes, Miss Candy.
That body is giving you
new life!
That is a dollar well spent,
darling.
Yes!
Oh. And she's with the judges.
Touch that face.
Touch that face.
Oh...!
I live! I live!
:
And now for the divas battle!
The sexy Aphrodite Ferocity
versus the legendary Elektra.
Give 'em some room,
give 'em some room!
Bitch, you got your wings on
tonight!
Fly, bitch!
Fly...!
Oh, and the rise
of Mother Blanca Evangelista
versus
the statement, Lulu Ferocity,
giving us Jessica Rabbit.
You all know
what I'm talking about.
Blanca, you better turn up,
bitch.
Miss Lulu is at your neck.
Ha-ha. Don't get chopped.
Tonight,
everything is on the line.
Work it out, work it out,
work it out.
And pose. And pose.
ALL:
And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose. And pose.
And pose. And pose.
And pose...
Pose double-time!
And pose, pose, pose,
pose, pose, pose, pose!
Overness personified!
Yes! Give 'em a round
of applause, honey.
The roof is on fire.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the battle of the year,
the one for the ages,
has come to a conclusion.
And now it is time
that we allow a phoenix
to rise up from the ashes
and be crowned.
For the House of Ferocity,
your scores are...
ten, ten, ten, ten,
nine.
-There's room at the inn, honey,
just like the Baby Jesus.
There's room for it at the inn.
For the House of Evangelista,
scores, please.
Ten, ten, ten, ten,
-tens across the board!
Grand prize,
House of Evangelista...!
And that is how
you do a ball, bitch!
Come on, get this trophy.
CROWD :
Lista! Evange...
* Lista! *
-CROWD: Lista!
-Evange...
CROWD:
Evangelista! Evangelista!
Evange...
Lista!
* Evange! *
CROWD:
Evange...
Lista!
Evange...
Lista!
ELEKTRA: Here's my trophy
for Femme Queen Face.
We are destroying Ferocity.
That makes seven
for Evangelista.
DAMON: Uh, you mean eight.
You forgot mine.
Pray Tell is flying through
those categories tonight.
Mother, I want
to tell you something.
What?
-So I discussed it with Ricky...
-Mm-hmm.
...and he's going on
the Al B. Sure tour without me.
We both figured that our
relationship is strong enough
for us to withstand a couple
of months being apart.
I thought you wanted
to be a big star.
Why you suddenly
giving up on that?
I'm not giving up on my dream.
If I'm gonna be a big star,
then I got to keep
working on my craft.
Which is why I officially
accepted my scholarship
-for another year
at The New School.
-Yeah.
That's what I'm talking about.
I'm doing this for me.
And I want to make you proud.
You already have.
PRAY TELL:
Inspection time.
Examine it close up.
Is she real?
Is she altogether lovely?
Or is it bullshit?
All right, ladies, line up.
Come on, give them a hand,
give them a hand, y'all.
This is the best there is.
This is Diva of the Year.
Y'all better recognize.
All right.
Diva of the Year goes to...
Miss Elektra Evangelista.
First runner-up,
Aphrodite Ferocity.
Come on, come on,
give them a hand.
Now, the next category is...
one of my favorites.
Femme Queen Vogue!
I want to see some movement
up in this bitch!
Come on, bring it.
Give it to me.
Hey! Ha-ha!
Oh, shit!
Who else? Oh!
Yes, baby!
Come on, come on.
We are not leaving here
without a grand prize trophy.
PRAY TELL:
Oh, shit, they coming.
They coming
from the audience, kids. Chop.
And live and serve and work.
What are you doing?
PRAY TELL:
Ah, present and accounted for.
* Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha *
What the hell is going on?
Stop this music,
stop this music.
-Stop this music. Okay, okay.
Quiet down, quiet down.
Quiet down.
Let Daddy handle this now.
Miss Candy.
Yes?
Do you have category dyslexia?
No.
PRAY TELL:
No, no, no, no.
See, I know that we have
had our differences
when it came
to you walking body.
But then you actually went out
and bought a body
and earned your place.
Flexibility and rhythm
cannot be bought.
You are not a dancer.
Have a seat!
I was just getting warmed up!
PRAY TELL: Honey, this is
not a dress rehearsal.
This is the goddamn
final performance.
-Fuck you, Pray Tell!
-No, she didn't.
Would somebody come
and get this bitch, please?
She's so tired,
and I have a date to get to.
JOSE:
Why don't you just move on
and stop wasting
everybody's time, bitch?
Yeah, please,
get off the runway.
Um, I deserve a chance
like everybody else.
Ms. Lumbknuckle,
were you raised on a farm?
You need to move on.
Somebody chop her already.
Why don't you come down here and
chop me yourself, you fat fuck?
-Oh!
No, she didn't.
No, she didn't, bitch.
What?
Hold my purse.
Candy! No! No!
What What?
Huh
Huh
Go help her!
I'm-a crack that Milk Dud
right open, honey. Yeah!
Uh-huh, Milk Dud, bitch.
Let's go.
Come on...
-Oh, honey.
What?
You better get your ass back.
Bring it on...
Come on, Candy,
it ain't worth all this.
You're gonna get us kicked out.
Girl, get the fuck off me.
Pick that up.
-Yes, pick it up.
Violence is never
the answer, children.
-Let's go.
-PRAY TELL: I can't take
you motherfuckers nowhere.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I came to rescue you.
Don't talk like that.
The only thing
I need rescuing from
is the way you made me feel.
I was doing just fine on my own.
I'm leaving my wife.
For good.
I don't want to pretend anymore.
I want us to get a house.
Out on the island,
or Westchester,
and I can take the train in
and out of the city for work.
You remember that night
in the hotel room?
The first night we met,
and you told me
you just wanted a home
and someone to take care of
and to be treated
like a real woman.
Let me give you all that.
-We'll figure it out.
They can come stay with us
on weekends.
You like kids, right?
Not really, Stan.
It was real.
This whole thing,
it was always real.
You remember what else I said
back in that hotel room?
It was your first time,
but it wasn't mine.
You're not my first
Prince Charming.
You're not real.
We were just good ideas
in each other's minds.
And they turn into bad ones
once they get out
into the regular world, right?
No, no.
I'm asking you--
I'm begging you-- to just try.
Try.
You're not listening to me.
What I want has changed.
I got a family.
They already take care of me.
I want to do right by them.
I want to look after them.
-They need me.
-I need you.
Stan, I care about you.
You a'ight,
at the end of the day.
But go home
to your wife and kids.
Go be a man. Hmm?
You almost done
with your smoke, Angel?
Just about.
All right, well, come on inside
and help me get changed.
-Girl, I get it.
-That boy is fine.
-Oh, come on.
Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen.
We have a very special
presentation on tonight.
-I and past winners
will be handing out the award
for Mother of the Year.
Each year,
this award is presented
to a mother
who has been
a nurturing presence
in her children's lives,
a mother who has provided
moral and social support
to her children.
She's kept them in line,
and she's taught them
what it means to move
through life
with grace and humility.
The nominees
for Mother of the Year are...
from the House of Mugler,
Gina Mugler.
MAN:
All right, Gina!
PRAY TELL:
Give it up.
From the House of Pendavis,
Kiki Pendavis.
From the House of Xtravaganza,
Tonya Xtravaganza.
And last but not least,
from the House of Evangelista,
Blanca Evangelista.
!
So, y'all know that every year
this is a hotly contested award,
but this year,
the voting was unanimous.
The recipient has taught us
that a house is much more
than a home.
It's family.
And every family needs a mother
who is affirming,
caring, loyal...
CROWD:
Yes.
...and inspiring.
This woman is that
and much, much, much more.
She has saved many a soul
lost in darkness
-simply by shining her light.
I know this to be true...
because that
is how she saved mine.
The 1988 award for
Mother of the Year...
goes to my sister,
Blanca Evangelista.
*
* Look for the light *
* If you're lost in the night *
-That's my mother!
-* I'll write your name *
* On my door *
* If you ever need warmth *
* And comfort *
-* Darlin' I'll be here *
-PRAY TELL: Come on,
give it up, give it up,
give it up!
Blanca Evangelista!
: Blanca!
-* I heard your name *
Blanca! Blanca!
-* 'Cause you'll
be my security *
-Blanca! Lista!
-* Love is a house *
-Blanca! Lista! Blanca!
* You got the key *
* Oh, to take me
where I wanna be *
* Open up and let me
into your heart *
* Ooh, just look
and you'll see *
* Love is a house *
-* And you got the key *
-* Open up and let me *
* Into your heart, baby *
* Love is a house,
love is your home *
* I don't wanna be alone *
* Don't wanna be alone, oh *
-* Love is a house *
-* Love is a house *
* Your love is a house *
* Love is a house *
* Yes, indeed *
* Love is a house *
* You got the key *
* And you got the key *
* You got the key. *
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Media Access Group at WGBH
MAN:
I've been growin' the business.
You been selling
those little rocks
of yours everywhere.
You about to move
into the big leagues.
I'm gonna be careful
about who know the recipe.
You're being
a little bit paranoid.
I'm a black man
in America!
Hell, yeah,
I'm paranoid.
* Leave 'em with nothing *
* Leave 'em with nothing *
* Take everything
Leave 'em with nothing *
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